Ode to my Golden One
▼My lady,
Among the stars we may see,
I chose not to look but at you, lovely.
From the misty north of France,
I dream about a Bengali romance.
Our cruel destiny placed between us,
The nine skies and the seven seas,
Strengthening our idyllic trust,
And nurturing our dreams like trees.
Yet distance can’t dim our flame,
In my love story, I write your name.
Through the words and letters penned,
Your injured soul, I long to mend.
Your eyes, black and inspiring, shimmer,
Bending space and time, they shine.
Orbiting and shivering, they’re mine.
But distant am I, perceiving just a glimmer.
At your side, my spirit dances and flies,
Watching over you like a bird in the skies.
At your side, my heart flutters and aches,
Loving you the most, whatever it takes.
Among the flowers we may gather,
I chose your pistil, making you my lover.
From the flourishing land of Bengal,
Where dreams reach the Heaven hall.
Ô my golden princess,
In these tough times, I must confess.
Your verb first left me voiceless,
And fantasizing about a white dress.
Let’s take ourselves to the edge of the world,
Where all our ambitions unfurl.
Your complex essence, I yearn to fathom,
Bringing you to the cherry blossom.
Ô my resplendent goddess,
You are the divine cure to my illness.
I beseech you to cleanse these curses,
And bless me with thy velvet curves.
While meeting you every night,
You keep missing in the daylight.
Can you hear this gloomy melody?
The song of my heart, missing its beauty.
Ô my radiant and gleaming star,
Your charm brings me light from afar.
Your elegance heals me to the deepest scar.
Among the universes we may reach,
We reside in the favored one in which,
Your existence is intricated with mine,
My lady, I love you the most,
Offering you passion and pleasure.
My lady, you are my cherished treasure.
Together, forever, we will chuckle.
Your greatest lover, Arnaud